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Day 24 (Pete)
Last page for this bundle of journal. Were spitting distance from Agua Dulche and plan on hobbling in for breakfast, phone calls, resupplies, more paper. Tonight’s end of the day exhaustion was made worse by a malfunctioning stove. We were only able to cook up our instant mashed potatoes after Dylan patiently, yet begrudgingly and…
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Day 23 (Pete)
Day 23: As many days as are my years. The psychological factors that come into play when walking these long distances are amazing. Yesterday, totally dead to the world, we hobbled into camp after an eternity of twenty one miles. Maybe it was the butter and no stick cooking spay laden oatmeal we ate after…
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Day 23 (Tape)
Wednesday May 8th. What a contrast to yesterday! It’s night and day. Ah, yesterday, there’s just, just something wierd going on, who knows what it was, it could have been a number of factors. But ah, the guidebook… according to the guidebook it was a 21-mile day. And we straggled into Sulfur Springs- this crappy…
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Day 23
The torture doesn’t last. In fact, 24 miles have gone by, leaving us to spend our afternoon in the sun at Messenger Flats. We attained another new and intense state of mind while climbing over Mt. Gleason. Pete seemed to suddenly be fueled by invisible isotopes. I shot after him, surrendering to a single-minded drive…